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my son's resort thither. Prithee, be my present partner in this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.

Cam.

*Talk.

I willingly obey your command. Pol. My best Camillo! We must disguise ourselves.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. A road near the Shepherd's cottage. Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing.

When daffodils begin to peer,

With heigh! the doxy over the dale,

Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.

The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,

With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging* tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.

The lark, that tirra-lyra chants,

*Thieving.

With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay, Are summer songs for me and my aunts,†

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While we lie tumbling in the hay. †Loose women.

I have served Prince Florizel and in my time
wore three-pile; but now I am out of service: ‡velvet.
But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?
The pale moon shines by night:
And when I wander here and there,
I then do most go right.

If tinkers may have leave to live,
And bear the sow-skin budget,
Then my account I well may give,
And in the stocks avouch it.

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My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to lesser linen. My father named me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. With die and drab? I purchased this caparison, and my revenue is the silly cheat. Gallows and knock are too powerful on the highway: beating

and hanging are terrors to me: for come, I sleep out the thought of it.

prize!

Enter CLOWN.

the life to A prize! a

¿Harlot.

Clo. Let me see: every 'leven wether tods;* every tod yields pound and odd shilling; fifteen hundred shorn, what comes the wool to?

Aut. [Aside] If the springe hold, the cock's

mine.

*Yields a tod of wool. Clo. I cannot do't without counters. Let me see; what am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound of sugar, five pound of currants, rice,-what will this sister of mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the shearers, threeman-song-men* all, and very good ones; but they are most of them means† and bases; but one puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron to colour the warden‡ pies; mace; dates?-none, that's out of my note; nutmegs, seven; a race or two of ginger, but that I may beg; four pound of prunes, and as many of raisins o'the sun. *Singers of glees in three parts. †Tenors. Baking-pears.

Aut. O that ever I was born!

[Grovelling on the ground.

Clo. I' the name of meAut. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these rags; and then, death, death!

Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off.

Aut. O sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the stripes I have received, which are mighty ones and millions. 61

Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come to a great matter.

Aut. I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable things put upon me.

Clo. What, by a horseman, or a footman?
Aut. A footman, sweet sir, a footman.

Clo. Indeed, he should be a footman by the garments he has left with thee: if this be a horseman's coat, it hath seen very hot service. Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee: come, lend me thy hand.

Aut. O, good sir, tenderly, O!

Clo. Alas, poor soul!

Aut. O, good sir, softly, good sir! I fear, sir, my shoulder-blade is out.

Clo. How now! canst stand?

Aut. [Picking his pocket] Softly; dear sir; good sir, softly. You ha' done me a charitable office.

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Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little money for thee.

Aut. No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir: I have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, unto whom I was going; I shall there have money, or any thing I want: offer me no money, I pray you; that kills my heart.

Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robbed you?

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Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with troll-my-dames:* I knew him once a servant of the prince: I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the court.

*Game.

Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whipped out of the court: they cherish it to make it stay there; and yet it will no more but abide.* *Sojourn. 99

Aut. Vices, I would say, sir. I know this man well: he hath been since an ape-bearer; then a process-server, a bailiff; then he compassed a motion of the Prodigal Son, and married a tinker's wife within a mile where my land and living lies; and, having flown over many knavish professions, he settled only in rogue: some call him Autolycus. *Puppet-show.

Clo. Out upon him! prig,* for my life, prig: he haunts wakes, fairs and bear-baitings. *Thief. Aut. Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue that put me into this apparel.

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Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia: if you had but looked big and spit at him, he'ld have run.

Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: I am false of heart that way; and that he knew, I warrant him.

Clo. How do you now?

Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was; I can stand and walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace softly towards my kinsman's. Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way?

Aut. No, good-faced sir; no, sweet sir.

Clo. Then fare thee well: I must go buy spices for our sheep-shearing.

Aut. Prosper you, sweet sir! [Exit Clown.] Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice. I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing too: if I make not this cheat bring out another and the shearers prove sheep, let me be unrolled and my name put in the book of virtue! [Sings] Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent* the stile-a: A merry heart goes all the day,

Your sad tires in a mile-a.

SCENE IV. The Shepherd's cottage.

Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA.

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*Seize.

[Exit.

Flo. These your unusual weeds* to each part

of you

Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora

*Garments.

Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing Is as a meeting of the petty gods,

And you the queen on't.

Per. Sir, my gracious lord, To chide at your extremes it not becomes me: O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self, The gracious mark o' the land, you have obscured With a swain's wearing, and me, poor lowly maid, Most goddess-like prank'd* up: but that our feasts In every mess have folly and the feeders *Dressed. Digest it with a custom, I should blush

To see you so attired, sworn, I think,

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To show myself a glass.

Flo.

I bless the time

When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father's ground.

Per. Now Jove afford you cause! To me the difference forges dread; your greatness Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble To think your father, by some accident, Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates! 20 How would he look, to see his work so noble Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold The sternness of his presence?

Flo. Apprehend Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves, Humbling their deities to love, have taken The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed god, Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain, As I seem now. Their transformations Were never for a piece of beauty rarer, Nor in a way so chaste, since my desires Run not before mine honour, nor my lusts Burn hotter than my faith.

Per.

O, but, sir,

Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis

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Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king: One of these two must be necessities,

Which then will speak, that you must change this purpose,

Or I my life.

Flo.

Thou dearest Perdita,

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With these forced* thoughts, I prithee, darken not
The mirth o' the feast. Or I'll be thine, my fair,
Or not my father's. For I cannot be
Mine own, nor any thing to any, if

*Far-fetched.

I be not thine. To this I am most constant, Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle; Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing That you behold the while. Your guests are coming:

Lift up your countenance, as it were the day

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